Caffeine Freak
Two Thousand Club
Once a prosperous trading center for the continent of Calixia - Angel City, named after its saving grace on the continent's economy, has been invaded by an immeasurably powerful military force known only as the 10th Legion. The leader of the armada, Jex Perol has appointed himself ruler of the trade central, and intends to use his acquired wealth, as well as his newfound geographical and political influence, in order to force other cities and towns into submission - until he dominates the entire continent.
The King of Calixia, unable to wreath control over the hysteria Jex's presence has stirred up, sent out recruiters all over the capital city of Sacaras, bearing a message to whatever talented individuals they can find: Save your continent. Come to the Royal Palace.
Should the King's last resort fail, he fears he will have to negotiate with the international terrorist Lonavan Perol for aid, who will no doubt ask for detrimental favors in return.
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Note: Any reference to events relating to real persons, living or dead memes, is purely coincidental.
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The Royal Palace of Sacaras
The city of Sacaras bustled with life.
Merchants peddled goods, street performers flexed their talents, shoppers wandered the market stalls, harlots made doe eyes at passers by, and quite possibly innocent citizens were battered by patrolling guardsman. It was Capitalism at its finest.
Way above, the King stood, hands behind his back, surveying his great city from the throne room's jutting balcony. His mind churned with possibilities of the future. If Jex Perol and his merry band of plunderers got their way, it would bring an end to the great nation he worked so tirelessly to raise from the dirt.
The palace itself was an extensive work of art carved from gleaming white marble. With its size alone making up nearly a third of the city's expanse, the palace's mere existence was a tribute the the King's monumental power, but in the face of Jex Perol, it felt like little more than a doll house.
"Your Grace, citizens bearing the royal invitation have arrived at the palace gates."
The King of Calixia turned from the balcony, flashing a gesture of appreciation to his steward. "Very good. Escort them to the drawing room while I make preparations."
Acknowledging the King's order, his steward bowed low, then spun on his heel and left the throne room to the King, who stepped inside and began to re-read through the intelligence his spies had brought to him.
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With the go-ahead from the turret guard, the ivory palace gates rattled open, leaving only the steward standing in the palace's colossal archway. "His Majesty has requested that you allow me to escort you to the Royal drawing room." The steward nodded to the guests waiting at the Palace gate, gesturing with a sweeping hand to follow him inside.
The walk to the drawing room took roughly five miniutes. Immediately after the main gate, the steward followed a garden path - complete with carved stone fountains and a foreign array of plants - to the interior entrance of the Palace. At every corner was a posted guard, each standing as still as one might expect from a gargoyle.
Inside, the drawing room was immediately left from the twin-staircase foyer. Waiting on a marble table was a selection of both alcoholic and non-alcoholic beverages, surrounded by plump furniture. Finely dressed servants stood attentive at the room's corners.
That invitation makes you a guest at the Royal Palace. While the King prepares the meeting over in the throne room, take this opportunity in the drawing room to flesh out your characters beforehand. |
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